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[06 Oct 2008 | Monday]
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6:18 - February 25th, God’s Abandonment Day in the year 2008
Current mood: finally a bit tired.
A billion flying saucers have landed
with drops and rain
(in their lunacy howl)
Against the bald spots -
- on the Earth's brain.
In finite:
Lego-sized green coloured men.
They got out of the cold and
shot people for using
too many prepositions
(than required)
to order a latte.
Some folks became very quiet, and
my eyelids
were peeled and perked
at the new owner of
[the deed to
the planet:] Earth.
Copyright ©2008 That Poet Who Fails to Make Smoking Look Cool When On-World, C. Douglas.
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Sail To The Moon
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Radiohead
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[24 Sep 2008 | Wednesday]
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22:40 - This Perpetual, Eternal September’s 24th Day in Two Thousand Eight
Current mood: lots of information... I’m sure you already know i
The people fighting
the bitter wind(today)
are calm, sitting. it is cool
in North Carolina.
It is cool in Raleigh.
if you, if you don't, and if you don't like
the weather: Jim says,
"just wait a minute"
and the weather
might change
and those wind adapting people,
they might all disappear.
it is fall.
Here is Fall in Local Coffee Shop.
Raleigh
North Carolina
United States of America
North American Continent
Planet Earth
Sol's System
The Milky Way Galaxy
The Present Universe
(refer back to title)
Copyright ©2008 That C. Douglas Guy, The Off-World Bum Poet
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[11 Sep 2008 | Thursday]
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5:46 - Augustus’ Twenty-Sixth Sin, Two Thousand and Eight
Current mood: glad this poem seems to stick.
Mrs. Erckenheart is
screaming, perhaps
at the door of her villa -
inherited by the money inherited by -
She is screaming at the door.
Are things so simply made – that
she can only find them -
in their conception – as just things
with wings meant to fly the caretaker
so far north (to heaven) -
with no soul, no power, to hold
them fast to Valhalla?
I sit inside my room,
I have not [yet] lost my voice.
Voice, Words, Poems in the Tentatively Titled.
Copyright ©2008 The Off-World Bum Poet
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Jailbird (A Panther book)
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Kurt Vonnegut
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[28 Jun 2008 | Saturday]
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15:01 - The dullish twenty-eighth day of Juno’s two thousanth and eighth year... E.C.
Current mood: i’m cleaning up... i dunno bout the mood
below the star-y-mooned sky,
-on the edge of blask-ash-ikock:
the full-blown night,
the full-blown light
(three street corners down)
from the place at sometimes
that rambles about the world
- where the definitions obscure
and the people - keep on yapping.
and the people keep on yapping.
"blask-ash-ikock"
Copyright ©2008 C. Douglas
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[07 Jun 2008 | Saturday]
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20:31 - Juno, (Two Thousand and Eight) and years later, today is day number seven!
Current mood: um, just stuff on da’ mind. Check what readin’ se
Flips! we're walking on
the ceiling of the stars (the planet e?rth)
upside out. or:
now we see ourselves (you, me, and just a few)
constantly on the verge (just a few) of-
That space-rocket didn't launch!
Always waiting for that moment
I'll, I might, I could dive into a -
- so scared, so frightened -
dive into a -
and wake up with more than yo'ur bluez.
Epilepsy.
Copyright ©2008 C. Douglas
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San Francisco Blues
By
Jack Kerouac
Release date: 1995-01-01
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[12 Mar 2008 | Wednesday]
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22:46 - March’s 13th Planet Swing (circa 2008)
Current mood: or a response and a conversation with two famous p
I watched through the open road with the newest minds of the world
frightened by the question and running
out of tear-duct alleys
out of re-print cartoon artist's writers galleries
("book-sellers to the front service desk please")
into bar-stooled, fun, and unanswerable songs
into the blood cutting about the her.
The question raged through all the types we hid
from beleaguered coffee shops
from post-exotic, melo-erotic clubs,
and we couldn't hitch a ride -
- out from ranting to rave about people's blogs
to have passed the time with pride-
-some dress in black against goth-lit walls
don't get hit by the -
- "oh, do not ask," Mr. Eliot, "'what is it?'
Let us go and make [our] visit " *
to colleges frat houses whore people
beer bong
to indie-whatevers
where we can sit forever long
to sub-urbia!
where we stretch for one thousand miles every square inch
there we can keep the question hidden in a pretty pinch among copy-
-white houses,
We can store the copy to nobody's life:
a piece of paper on a bad, social critic bored as bad sex in church-yard parking lot
and sweat house summers with mechanical weather
(don't you dare catch us).
I would've walked out the other night,
caught the nearest bus, and
I would've gone to the next continent last month, but
I, instead, found blindness in the one-billionth street light
at another sad-corner-sight and came to a
Sandy beach. with her, ambitious girl No. 0-- on a hunch.
'Look at that!'
She said. I said
'What?'
Locked my car door to see what was the -
- two years ago that
kids we're piled into an un-lit car -
on the side
of a dirt road - chasing
the orange dim Fireflies in the night -
When I was
little, I'd chase fireflies but not like this -
why?
Dead is the word experiment
anymore -
- high school and we'd be told
the day - writers break away
from ideal-surreal -
and we'd become the nation of modernists
or we became the nation of modernists
Did decidedly literary cannon forget the next step?
Should we experiment or -
- at least've thought but some
hippie could have offered more than a half-heart'd-dumb-luck explanation
and
explication to their lives'
poem?
and as we're out on the beach
A whale passes by us
spouts water clear up to the sky
The cold wind whips so hard and
someday we will and most definitely
Someday, we will die,
and up, and then down and forward, and then back
the planets will swing mercilessly,
but somewhere, the sixteen
year old red-head-sweet whatever:
is rashing up her coke -
because somewhere in the universe:
collapses.
* the quote is from T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
and I really got to fall in love with another poem.
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Bartleby and The Lightning Rod Man
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Herman Melville
Release date: 1995
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[27 Dec 2007 | Thursday]
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18:17 - December Coffee, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: lots of copying and pasting... and foo fighters
At the broken pants co.
I got in the elevator
she looked down
I arrived at the bar
to order my drink
he looked down
and I picked up my dog
to go home, put her on a leash
when she looked up
at the broken pants co.
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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Currently
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Great Speeches by Native Americans (Dover Thrift Editions)
By
Chief Joseph
Release date: 20 June, 2000
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[08 Nov 2007 | Thursday]
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10:23 - Autumn November, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: blah!
Autumn November
I'm chasing through the beauty of autumn
Through the trees', the mournings' and the nights' fall,
Through the season's tops, under its bottom,
Through it all, before the season comes to crawl.
A cold, blue breeze rips and blows through the trees
And some leaves give those who've left some colour:
With the red, brown, purple, gold before
Branches whither, before death makes decrees.
But not for the leaves and breeze of fall,
Am I chasing the pretties with autumn,
Through the season's top and down its bottom:
All of fall, before autumn slows to a crawl.
But instead to hear the dead come to me,
and talk of whether "I dare eat a peach."
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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listening
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V Is for Vagina
By
Puscifer
Release date: 30 October, 2007
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[17 Oct 2007 | Wednesday]
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23:25 - Troubling Thursday October (in a bar)
Current mood: Refrain from a deeper meaning. There is none.
Knives off Knives off
Medication Sedation
Don't come back
Don't come back
Medication Sedation
Knives off Knives off
Knives off the plaid crew
Knives off for the plaid crew
And when they walk into the bar
And when they order their shots
Medication. Sedaton. Knives off
On the plaid crew for when they leave
And when they leave
They exit the bar
They get into their car.
Keep your knives off
They don't come back
They don't make any more stops
The plaid crew
They will not come back
to any familiar spots.
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Radiohead
By
Rockabye Baby!
Release date: 29 August, 2006
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[26 Aug 2007 | Sunday]
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23:16 - August Nine in Three, Earthican Doom and Zero Seven
Current mood: Oh green world... I need to get laid
Everywhere while they're everywhere,
Already and there, from the outer already
Ready to slaughter ready, ready
To murder ready to
Humble our knees humble,
Incapacitate our wills with incapacitated
Car keys (with their powerful EMPs). They are
Already here and here already
Never fear the never
(but instead be clever to)
Dance the rap dance
Of the dead above
Of the wed invitation of [the]
Massacre from the sky that looms. Massacre
(of the) Earthican Doom(s).
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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Dare
By
Gorillaz
Release date: 20 September, 2005
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[16 Aug 2007 | Thursday]
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23:17 - June Twenty-First, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: Only a good cynic can be so optimistic
Off my bed
and (soundless)
Into the shower
[she] Cleaned her
teeth Brushed through her
hair And grabbed clothes to
Sit on steps
And. Cry.
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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Escape from L.A.
By
Stabbing Westward
Release date: 16 July, 1996
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[11 Aug 2007 | Saturday]
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22:56 - August Twelth, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: It’s not as sad, though maybe as sappy as it sound
A drop of tear into
An ocean splash, soundless as
The golden extremes against
The blue frontier where
We traveled together as
We traveled together as
Arrogant gods as
Arrogant in our lives as
Sassy in our looks as
Sassy in her smiles
The planets all converged
To a nice, orderly alignment
Before the wind choked out our sun
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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An Evening with Kevin Smith
Release date: 17 December, 2002
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[07 Aug 2007 | Tuesday]
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22:46 - Gone, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: Does depression equal to nihilism? Possibly.
Some planet
Some plan of reform
Some are war torn
Some live this island
Some decide to go
make their own on
Some planet
Some people and
Some purchases
Sum nothing on
Some planet
Some folks will never
Some folks will forever and
Some folks will grow old.
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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Hot Fuzz (Widescreen Edition)
Release date: 31 July, 2007
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[01 Aug 2007 | Wednesday]
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23:14 - August Second, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: amazed that I wrote this poem... shocked too
When driving to nowhere,
I sang the Pink Floyd tune
That I'll sing to the sweet librarian soon:
While combing through her under-extravagant hair.
Though in the blissful, sunny noon
I know she'll only be fair,
I'll have no need to stare
Singing the Pink Floyd tune.
The day we shall share,
But as she dances under the moon,
Her dull cries reaching out to nowhere,
The night I shall swoon.
When 'One of These Days' ceases,
I will cut her into little, bitty pieces.
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
*Yay! I accompished writing a sonnet!
*The song that is mentioned in this poem is from Pink Floyd's album, Meddle, and it is called "One of These Days". It is mainly instrumental, but somewhere around the middle of the song, as the music winds down for a moment, you can hear a distorted voice say ""One of these days I'm gonna cut you up into little pieces." Also, for anyone's curiousity, here's a website that gives more information about the song
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Collection of Great Dance Songs
By
Pink Floyd
Release date: 25 April, 2000
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[18 Jun 2007 | Monday]
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20:04 - June Nineteenth, Two Thousand Seven
Current mood: at a coffee shop that actually stays open late
Some-day
When you are old and lonely
You will confirm my fears
He was only a product of his peers
One day
young and beautiful
You were never a girl
so original
Nights our day here
and from the grave
I will rise above the tear
to make clear, that is
what I meant (entirely)
by writing "here"
Copyright ©2007 C. Douglas
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Hemispheres
By
Rush
Release date: 06 May, 1997
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